Invisible Mercedes

This is damn cool or what. Gotta be one of the most interesting and interactive ads/ marketing stints I have seen.

Extremely loud & incredibly slow

Over the weekend, Big & I went for a midnight movie. Not much of a selection, hence we ended up with Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close. A drama by Sandra Bullock and Tom Hanks, compared to a chick flick about 2 top CIA operatives wage against one another after they discover they are dating the same woman... obvious choice yea? It just sounds too corny despite the latter features Reese Witherspoon.

It focuses on a eleven-year-old boy named Oskar Schell. His father (Hanks) died in the 911 incident and he was obsessed with the death ever since, hiding in his cupboard crying while listening to his father's voice messages just minutes before the accident. One year later, Oskar discovers a key in a vase that belonged to his father that inspires him to search all around New York for information about the key. On his quest to find the secret lock that he believed his father left for him, Oskar became acquainted with an old mute who turned out to be his extranged grandfather, became distant from his grieving mother (Bullocks) and met a myriad of strangers (214 New Yorkers named Black, to be exact).

My interpretation of the movie is- Extremely loud and incredibly slow. What's there not to like about Oskar? The sensitive, extremely intelligent, ernest boy who remained fiercely loyal to his father. What I have not told you is that, Oskar has most symptoms of an autistic child. He is afraid of everything, from public transport, tall buildings to old people. He throws fits when something is not within his control. His fear and anxiety is transferred to the audience via amplification of every single sound. Even the most soothing sound of water dripping becomes nerve-wrecking. Plus, Oskars talks way too much. Too much irrelevant information full of facts and numbers, all at train-speed and with so much anger. It is so real but so frustrating!! It only shows how convincing the director and this child actor is in delivering the story.

If you have a vexing day, this movie is definitely not a wise choice. Not all heart-warming movies create the same intended effect. It is a weary, hectic, 130 minutes-long verbose narration by Oskar the hyper-articulative, prideful and pushy kid. However it is that brutally honest- it conveys the confusion and overpowering emotions of a child who lost his father in a senseless attack.

I know Big hated the show as much as I did but he still waited patiently for it to end. Awww.

Tall dream

This is not a raspberry macaroon.



While Richard Branson awed us with his Virgin Galactic sapce craft, a Japanese company is also in hope of getting the space tourism industry off the ground- building a space elevator by 2050. You hear right, an elevator that brings you a trip to space.

The concept is to shuttle passengers 36,000km above the Earth by 2050, using carbon nanotubes, which are 20 times stronger than steel, to produce the cables required for elevator. Travelling at a speed of 200km/h, it would take probably a week to reach the terminal station. I cannot decide if the ride is fast or slow, but it better be comfortable. Imagine being trapped in an elevator with 29 other people for a week with no scenery (I will assume it is pitch black). I wonder too, how long the passengers are allowed to stay in space. It better be worth the 2 weeks of travel!



Of all uncertainties, one thing for sure- it will cost a bomb.

Nonetheless, if it fails, it is still a beautiful dream, isn't it?

Give me back my crayons

Everyone is creative; everyone is given a box of crayons at kindergarden.

As we grow up, they switch the crayons with books on algebra.

I want my crayons back, so I can make artistic algebric scribbles.

Fat Cow

The Fat Cow experience- not asking you to overeat and literally experience being a fatso. That will be too exhausting. An easier way is to dine at Fat Cow Restaurant. The place looked good but I didn't feel that good after seeing the price (a tad late as we were already seated).

We were excited about the mouth-watering beef and all, but the booking process was not entirely pleasing. They were already opened for a month when we went in December, however the website still states "Coming Soon". Another buffling thing is that you have to enter your personal details like occupation before you could click 'Invite Me'. You could basically walk in, why do you need to get invited? And do I need to be at least a Director to dine there? After which, you will receive a confirmation SMS which starts with 'You have made the cut.' We see the pun... but not the point. It is suppose to make one feel privileged or offended? Perhaps only that fat cow will know.

Fortunately, the service was great and the food amazing, not forgetting fantastic company too!

Let's take a look at some items that we ordered.

Heart of Palm Salad. Simple, but definitely good.


Japanese Baked Potato- Japanese make peasant food divine!


Wagyu Ox Tendon & Foie Gras

Anything deep fried must be good!

Yuzu Grilled Unagi & Kyurri Gelee

This picture may be fuzzy but the taste of this cod sure remains vivid on my taste buds!

Australian Beef Grade MS A8

HEAVEN!

I was overly excited that I forgot to whip my camera out for the Tai Carpaccio with Truffle and Wagyu Ox Tendon & Foie Gras.

I would recommend this place... if you don't mind paying $30 for starters.

Thanks Davin & Gwen for dinner!!

FAT COW

1 ORCHARD BOULEVARD

CAMDEN MEDICAL CENTRE

New Year, New Hope

In this new year, you may learn how to swim, play a ukulele, ride a bicycle, skydive, become a Dad or Grandpa, adopt a pet, lose some pounds, get your six packs, own a nice car, buy a house, plant a tree, get promoted, get a new job, get a new nose, open a restaurant, become an activist, become a writer, become a movie star, become a backup singer for Kylie Minogue, admit you are gay, shave off your hair, grow a beard, get botox, strike lottery, own a pair of Louboutins or a Celine bag, get acquainted with your ex-girlfriend, say Sorry to your parents, say I Love You to your parents, travel for 300 days, get high for 290 days or simply just sit back and read a book.

Whatever it may be, have a happy 2012. Have a blast.

Love, Mik

McFancy

While we continue to ooh and aah over social media, I think it is still just another tool to heighten offline events, no doubt it is a very powerful tool. Personally, I love going for events-- innovative, well-thought, mind-blowing, out of the norm experiences. I need to touch and feel things other than the mouse! Unfortunately, the only interesting ones are read online, as if they are only fantasies happening in far-faraway-land.

I like marketing agency ACCESS, they have some pretty crazy ideas. Crazy but not over the top, I can totally see the events realising. I particularly like McFancy. Like the name suggests, it has something to do with our favourite fast food chain- McDonalds. (I did blog about Mini Inflatables before, it is their baby too)






GucciFries, HermesFries, BurberryBurger, PaulSmithSundae. Totally hmmmm. Even the names make me salivate. Imagine sitting first row at a Alexander McQueen runway show, while munching on takeaway fries. McDonalds + McQueen, I think it's brilliant! (Or maybe I'm just bonkers)

I am so looking forward to the upcoming Fashion Festival in Singapore. I am keen to see if it brings me to a new level of boredom. Surprise me please.

Quote of my day

- Happiness is homemade -

Pampering treats

All girls love pampering- the truest truth.

Christmas is just around the corner and every girl wants to feel beautiful. Every company wants to reach into these girls' pockets too, and we were the latest victims of Jo Malone. It is alright if we are not going to be at Bond Street this Christmas, you can still smell and feel like it.

Voila! The range of oh-so-gorgeous bottles and their lovely scents all the way from London.

If you do the math, you will realize it is quite a rip-off. That's if you actually do the math. Most girls love miniatures and varieties, especially when the gifts come in a red box wrapped with loads of ribbons. That is the exact selling point. When I asked the all-attentive sales girl, she said the specialty of the Christmas set is that we get a variety of scents and the box is red instead of the usual black. Hah, of course I didn't buy it. But I am quite sure this marketing tactic works on others.

Obviously I did not go there to be tempted in buying red boxes. We went for free hand massage! Yay!

First we chose our scent. We could choose more than one as that's the unique thing about Jo Malone- you could layer the scents to become a whole new fragrance. I wanted to have something different so I chose a combination of Orange Blossom and Blue Bell. After which, the masseuse washed our hands with one of the flavoured hand gel. How cute, they foamed the gel so that it increases the surface area and we get the most out of every drop- think cappuccino. It was followed by an amazing hand message. I never knew massaging the hand can be this relaxing. Lastly, she sprayed some Blue Bell and off I went, feeling fresh, relaxed and oh so wonderful.

Such a simple gesture and it made my day :)

Secret Lover

Do you believe someone is loving you somewhere out there in the world... yet you do not know about it?

Land of Smiles

We returned safe.

Despite flood warnings from Thai government, unhappy parents, disputes on Whatsapp, friends backing out, we still went ahead with the much-awaited trip. No longer a hen's night, since only 3 out of 6 went eventually, it was still a memorable one.

Having not returned for 6 years, I have almost forgotten how 'cheap' Thailand is- the food, the clothes, the services. Amazing deals at mind-blowing low prices. That is how attractive Bangkok is. If not, why would so many people still risk traveling to a place that might have flood water hitting the very next day? Our flight was full, we could not find seats along the roadside stalls, Route 66 was packed with tourists, expats and hot locals dancing the night away. Everyone wants a piece of Bangkok. There is fear or panic everywhere else, except for the city itself. How ironic.

I should be jumping with joy that we experienced great weather and shopped till we dropped (literally) but I felt an unwanted dispiritness. There, I was reminded of The Forgotten. There were beggars at every corner, every day. I know we cannot help everyone but the fact that we walked away as if they were invisible is saddening. I irk myself. It irks me more when people actually feel indifferent about it. Yes, the world must still go on, but at least have some sympathy, shouldn't we?

Too fortunate. So fortunate that some people did not empathise with the mentally-handicapped who sat there staring at space, drooling on himself. They felt nothing for the poor 4-year-old who tip-toed to reach the car window, begging for money at the dangerous traffic junction. Their eyes were too high to see the crippled who dragged his leftover limps on the rough ground. They had 'none of my business' scrawled all over their faces. They could continue with the seafood feast when the stench of the old lady selling flowers could easily overpower.

With more negativity looming over the city, it was hard to let go and enjoy. As time seeps past our fingers while we enjoy, water seeps past the dams while they suffer.

Most times, we forget. Sometimes, we should sit down and appreciate everything and everyone we have. Sometimes is good enough.

Raining beans

There are so many specialty coffee joints sprouting across the island, I thought it might rain coffee beans soon.

Some joints have such amazing interior design, it is bringing the ball game to a whole new level. It is no longer a competition of good beans and great service but also attractive interior decoration and quirky merchandises.

I have been reading up, but could not decide which to start with! Since I am no expert in this department, I shall follow a friend's recommendation. Dawn & I were at Robertson Quay, torn between Kith and Toby's Estate. Looking a little more refresh, we picked Toby's. Great view and nice furnitures I must say. However, I hate sharing tables with strangers- no privacy. At the end of the day, I knew that the lady on my left has a Terrier which underwent surgery for comsuming lego tiles, and the balding guy in front of us just returned from States (from the way he blabbered on with his American accent, about his boyfriend back home), or the young chap whom I knew studys Biology as I took a glance of his sketches on nucleus, mitochondria, cytoplasm and golgi apparatus. See, I made new 'friends' without actually speaking with them. Dammit, which means that they most probably knew I just went for plastic surgery!

No, just kidding. All those mentioned above are just fictional. We sat at a lonely corner, dazing out of the window. Haha.




It is so spacious and I'm totally loving it! The huge wall mural and that humungous steel roaster will not fail to catch anyone's attention. The monstrous roaster with a metallic air duct stretching to the top of the cafe's 6m tall ceiling is not just for show, it actually roasts the beans in-house. The roaster sure is big but it did not steal the show. One will not miss noticing the 'Lab'- a counter lined with measuring scales, glass beakers and odd-shaped flasks arranged just like a chemistry lab. Other than the usual lattes, one could also choose 'Lab Coffee' which are beans processed with different machines like the Clover, Chemex and v60, hence giving each cup a unique profile.

Even though the setup and selection process seemed very professional, I was in fact a tad disappointed. I requested for a full-bodied cuppa and (I think the barista chose Clover) the thing I received looked far from that. Although we know nuts about coffee and roasting, but I was hoping at least to be blown away by the aroma. Nope it didn't happen.

We both thought the fresh carrot juice tasted better.

We shall continue our coffee quest and smell out the (our) best joint!

MINI ME

I would love to have these.

Be disloyal

The disloyalty card- I like the sound of that. I love the idea behind it.

The generation X & Y are notorious for being fickled and disloyal, isn't it? Why not act just on that? Antics Studios initiated this witty campaign and brought together few of the best local coffee joints, to bring about greater awareness about specialty coffee in Singapore.

Simply chalk up stamps from any of these outlets- Jewel Coffee, Smitten, Jimmy Monkey, Loysel's Toy, Forty Hands, Oriole, Broers Café & SOHO Coffee, and you get a free cuppa from the first outlet you visited. Voila! That simple.

I think I fall right smack into their target group. I love coffee and I'm disloyal (to brands). I mean, there better be an extremely good reason why I remain loyal one brand when everyday sprouts a newer and better choice. To win me over, it has to be either a stone throwaway, or the barrista is uber cute/ hunky, or the coffee is bloody good (or even better, free).

Although one free coffee will most probably not convert me into a fan, but at least it exposes me to those cafes which I may not have heard of and may also give me jusssst a little nudge to try some of them.

Though witty and all, sadly the idea did not originate from Singapore. It stemmed from the 2009 World Barista champion, Gwilym Davies, who initiated the idea in his own cafe in London.

What's your scariest moment

For the first time, I was really scared.

Never had I been so sick. Fever just hit without warning and I was down for a couple of days.

It started with massive trembling and I simply blamed it on the weather. How dumb could I get. I hung on and kept on working until I finally found time to consult a doctor. By then, I was already at 38.5 deg C. I was so cold, it never occurred that I was having fever.

Popped some pills, sweat like a pig, felt better, and the trembling started again shortly after. The fan was off, the windows were shut, I was under a bloody thick blanket but yet I was shivering until I could bite off my tongue. This continued for a day before I went to another doctor. Just a couple of hours prior, I started to vomit. Mostly gastric juices, since I could barely put anything into my mouth. I told the doctor that my fever had subsided, but I was puking and aching all over. To both our surprise, the fever hit 40.3 deg C. No wonder I did not feel cold anymore!

I had taken paracetamol and am allergic to aspirin hence the clinic's doctor could not offer me anything but advise me to monitor my temperature and head to the hospital if the fever persists.

I measured myself every half and hour and prayed hard. Great, the temperature was dropping. Who knows, the fever was playing its little game. At midnight, the shivering returned and haunted me. Okay that's it-- 40.4 deg C, and off we went to the hospital. In my mind, I could not stop wondering if the fever would fry my brain? Would I collapse and become a retard? Would I be paralyzed or lose my memory? If something really happens, will the people I love know about it? Will my parents know who to inform? All these stupid questions suddenly became so real.

When you have a fever this high, they will naturally check for Dengue Fever. They took my X-ray, drew my blood, gave me a jab, put me on a drip. I was so tired already. Lucky me, it wasn't Dengue but the doctor couldn't tell what exactly happened. He said "There must be an infection somewhere." Bravo, how informative. Anyway, I have to go back for review after I finish those antibiotics.

Take care of your health my friends.

There's something beautiful about the song.

No, I can't take one more step towards you

‘Cause all that's waiting is regret

Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore

You lost the love I loved the most

I learned to live, half alive

And now you want me one more time

Who do you think you are?

Runnin' 'round leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts

And tearing love apart

You're gonna catch a cold

From the ice inside your soul

So don't come back for me

Who do you think you are?

I hear you're asking all around

If I am anywhere to be found

But I have grown too strong

To ever fall back in your arms

I've learned to live, half alive

And now you want me one more time

It took so long just to feel alright

Remember how to put back the light in my eyes

I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed

‘Cause you broke all your promises

And now you're back

You don't get to get me back

Who do you think you are?

Runnin' 'round leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts

And tearing love apart

You're gonna catch a cold

From the ice inside your soul

Don't come back for me

Don't come back at all

Who do you think you are?

Runnin' 'round leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts

And tearing love apart

You're gonna catch a cold

From the ice inside your soul

Don't come back for me

Don't come back at all

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

There was a boy

There was once a charming boy who loved his toy

He really adored his toy, didn’t he?

For months & months

They had fun under the sun

But the boy wanted more attention

Thus he diverted his affection

When another fancy toy came, he was over the top

And simply could not keep his hands off

He banished his old toy into a cold room

Where it sat in despair and gloom

Never would he deem

This new toy had an evil scheme

It cuts the boy while playing one day

Leaving him bleeding as the price to pay

As he cried in pain

He was not ashamed

For he tossed his old toy in anger

When it was already injured

The old toy thought it has been loved all along

To realize it was just a summer song

Not even the boy’s promises and tears

Could wash away its fears

It kept the toy wondering

If the boy would ever have another fling

The boy has been the sweetest since

But nothing could erase the fool he had been

The boy was forgiven

But the toy has not forgotten

All would be safe and sound

Had the boy not been too proud

Hummerstons

Although am neither a chef or artist/designer, I am insatisable for good food & great design. That is why me and friends are always hunting for the latest joints that we can rest our feet, whet that appetite, have a good laugh & bring home wonderful memories. By the way, which Singaporean (or human being) don't like to eat?

I was blown away when I first stepped in (low expectation is usually a good thing). Impressed.

The restaurant was very welcoming- very spacious, very warm. For people who shipped their furnitures right from Bali, they have taste, don't they. You may find this place a teeny weeny bit familiar. Yes it has a story, you can try asking the waiters & waitresses why.

Their cushions are clashing in prints but they look wonderfully cohesive when placed together. Oh how I adore those 'zebra-preens'.



These retro-looking high stools remind me of Granny's home. Not that my Granny has a cool bar like this one, but it's awesome just to sit on one of these while watching the Bartender show off his skills.



Honestly, everything in their menu seem to be my favourites but I must say, the die-die-must-try is their Hummerstons' Truffle Fries. Yes, Truffle Fries are everywhere nowadays but rarely do we find fresh ones that come with potato skin! Do we??



Although the ginormous Waygu Burger almost spilt the sides of my mouth, I think it's worth every bite. I actually finished every single bit of it! Haha talking about who eats little?

If there is no more room for desserts, you still gotta get a glass of mojito each. They are specially concocted and be sure not to find it anywhere else. I like Choya thus I got myself a Choyajito (I think that's what is called hah) and Alex ordered a Vitamin C mojito the moment we sat down. I heard they love it so much they ordered a jug the last time they came.

Seriously, you must at least take a peek at this new one. There must be something you like here- food, mojitos, ambience, furnitures, friendly waiters perhaps?

Get going already. It's at 11 Unity Street #02-14 Robertson Walk.

(by the way, some pictures are borrowed. shhh.)

Jealous

I am so jealous, so jealous.

A friend recently sent me the link to a new local fashion website, insisting I should check it out. Yes, I love it! Synchronously, I could not help being extremely green with envy. Oh there she is, the pretty Miss X. Or more appropriately I should say, the gorgeous Miss X-- The super rich, ultra gorgeous, extremely fashionable socialite. When people asks "Why do some people have it all?", I think they are refering to her. Did I mention she has a darn good-looking boyfriend too?

It is what I have always wanted- a fashion website with uber cool layout, solid content, fascinating highlights, lovely pictures and of course, alot of readers.

It should be accompanied with a fashion blog where I could openly voice thoughts about my latest loves & hates, an online boutique selling the world's newest & most highly sought after brands (limited-editions), a photo gallery that features all the beautiful people around me and also myself dorned in the latest collections.

Well, these things come easier for people who are rich, famous, beautiful and powerful(connected). I better stay at home and be the one clicking. :/

Happy Easter!

Hello boys and girls. Your basket needs some decorating. Get ready those hardened paint brushes and cupious eggs. It won't harm if you bring along some champagne glasses (and champagne) and chocolates too (If you are that lazy, just buy some Kinder Buenos).


The perfect choice would be to prepare the Easter brunch yourself. Grab those sunnies and picnic mat, people! But of course I am being too positive here, how many Singaporeans will actually wake up at 7am in the morning, sniff the roses and toast those buns? For the typical too-much-money-but-too-little-time individuals, here are some brunches that you could consider hopping to.

Personally, I think would love to wear my sexy rabbit ears and carefully paint my eggs in a picturesque chapel. While screaming children enjoy face-painting and egg-hunting, adults could indulge in sumptuous buffet and gossips. You can do all these at The White Rabbit- restored chapel checked, eggs painting checked, raw oyster bar, roast beef carving station, full hot and cold buffet, eggs to order, cheese trolley, ice cream sundae bar and dessert buffet all checked. Not cheap though, $98++ per pax. But this is the place for you if you have little bunnies below six years old because they eat for free!

If you are a total opposite from those mentioned above, you will like child-free Easter egg hunts at The Screening Room's rooftop bar. You are in for some great 'adult fun' while reliving childhood memories. People at the Screening Room know that they cannot satisfy customers with just eggs, thus they have given the Easter hunt a twist and allow you to bring home discount cards, movie tickets, food items and drink vouchers.

Some may say 'What's brunch without some champagne?' True that. That's why I would also like to introduce Global Kitchen. It's no longer a brunch, it is a feast- choose from an unlimited selection of premium crustacean, meats, cold cuts and platters, a chocolate fountain, a crepe station, a salmon counter as well as a spectacular array of chocolate creations. $98++ per adult (additional $30 for free flow of Veuve Clicquot champagne), $28++ for children below 12 years old.


We are going to end off with some luxurious items. Fashionable Easter eggs anyone?
Swarovski has teamed up with Guido Gobino the renowned Italian chocolate maker to create some beautiful eggs. Only 100 pieces of these luxury eggs will ever be created and prices are only revealed upon request. Other than using the finest aromatic cocoa powder, each egg is emblazoned with gold and crystals, and with a unique Swarovski crystal pendant. Sweet.


These little eggs seem like they will pop a mini zebra, tiger and giraffe out anytime soon. How adorable! I am sure they are not just cute but taste delectable too. Caffè Giacosa is one of the best restaurant in Florence, owned by famed designer Roberto Cavalli. That explains all the animal prints, trademark of Cavalli. The eggs are sure to blend well into the plush animal print interior decoration.


Another big fashion name to introduce their 'Easter eggs line'. Giorgio Armani’s 5th Avenue flagship will be selling Armani Dolci branded chocolate eggs, which come in our favourite flavours- dark, milk and white chocolate. For me, I think the most enticing part is the blue box tied with a fuchsia ribbon.

Charles & Keith

The unimaginable has happened (that's what I think at least!). (Sorry if this is old news, as the deal was made official in November last year and officially announced in March. I kind of procrastinated blogging for quite awhile. I was bored.) Our homegrown brand has just been bought over by French luxury giant LVMH. Charles and Keith sold 20% stake to L Capital Asia, the private equity arm of LVMH, for more that $30 million. In fact LVMH was not alone, other contenders include various private equity funds, high net worth investors and a manufacturing firm. It was said that L Capital Asia won the deal with the promise of helping Charles & Keith pave its way into the Chinese market, citing Sephora as a success story. According to CFO, business has grown at a compounded annual rate of 28% for the past decade. Having witnessed how tourists flocked into Charles & Keith stores, I am not surprise. It is as if the shoes are free-- shoe boxes are thrown everywhere, shop assistants are panting and running in and out of the storerooms, trying to keep up with fickle-minded shoppers. I am not exaggerating, this is a typical scene at Wisma Atria outlet. I know Indonesians are nuts over the brand, I heard Taiwanese are as gaga too. I believe most Singaporeans have seen for themselves how the brand has grown from a relative-unknown to a local-powerhouse and now an international shoe brand backed by the most powerful luxury brand in the world. I remember those days when we compare Charles & Keith to other local shoe brands like URS, now there is simply no room for comparison. Charles & Keith has already finished the race, whereas many have not reached half the mark, and others surrendered. During the days of major revamp, we had our fair share of complaints-- that Charles & Keith is trying too hard to look luxurious. From those gigantic door that are too heavy for the arms and to those shimmery shoe racks that are too glaring to the eyes. We all know in our hearts, those things pretty to the eyes will be painful to the wallet. Good thing they took our feedback as a pinch of salt, because now we are convinced that change is good. If you are an avid follower of such news, I bet shopping at Charles and Keith will never be the same again. However I do wonder if it is able to change my mindset of 'never to be caught carrying a Charles & Keith clutch for a black-tie event'. :p

What Are Words For

What are words
If you really don't mean them when you say them,
What are words
If they're only for good times then they're done.

-Chris Medina-

Shoot Me Seven

Here comes colours, here comes fun! To welcome Spring Summer 2011, we finally did our 7th episode of Shoot Me series.

Although I totally dig my midnight-black pants, my charcoal-black skirts, my ebony-black tees, my jet-black shirts, my closet is far from dull. I do have my fair share of vibrancy in the wardrobe.

I simply love this bright yellow spaghetti top from Supre. It's so soft I could sleep in it! Needless to mention, it goes with anything too, from your G-Star jeans, Miss Sixties denim mini skirt, to your Hugo Boss tailored pants. I paired it with a reddish-orange knee-length cotton skirt. Initially I was worried about looking like an unriped mandarin orange just nice for Chinese New Year, but it turned out to be not bad at all (You never try, you never know). Last but not least, I need to rave about this pair of Irregular Choice rosette heels in bright orange. So high yet so uber comfortable!

Office wear should not be confined to boring grey suits, dark blue pants or that black pencil skirt. Style it right, and those oh-so-boring managers will even be cajoled to nodding their heads in approval :)

Green- not a very likeable colour to most. Maxi dress- not a hot favourite amongst people like me who has legs as long as their arms. However, it is one of those rare pieces that you know you need to give it a try once you walk pass. The peacock feather prints are irresistible. I actually wore it to the beach once because I was very sick of wearing shorts and tees like everyone else. The dress has a tinge of purple thus I coupled it with a pair of bright purple Martina Pink sandals.

This multi-coloured dress is currently one of my favourite. I bought it at H&M Tokyo without trying. I love all my bustier mini dresses! Another of my recent must-haves are scarves. They are extremely versatile, I wonder why I took so long to discover its magic. This piece is a soft pink Alexandra McQueen-inspired skull scarf worn as hair accessory. Down to the feet, is another pair of super comfortable heels. It has height, it has comfort, it has style. Furthermore, it is cheap. Got it at a local brand called Heatwave.

Other than the usual bright colours, I personally feel that another must-have for the Spring Summer collection is a white bag. White should be the real new black, as it is classic and it goes with simply anything and everything.

I am eyeing Tod's D-styling small satchel- It complements all colours, it matches all outfits. It is perfect. It will look fabulous with all my specially-styled outfits for Spring Summer too. Even mummies will want it.